Milan: A Morning Meditation

To travel well requires a receptively blank mind.  Quiet the inner chatter.  Silence the inner critic and accept what comes my way.  So with my husband away on business and the kids and I in Milan for a few days, I start my morning… Milan, 7am.  At my kitchen window. ...

Jet Lag. Jet Bag.

Jet lag.  When the local time says one thing and my body says another.  Arriving in Milan in a fog we find a taxi big enough to fit us and our bags.  A miracle, really, since we had been under the impression we could each take two checked pieces of luggage we have a...